Psychiatrists vs. Bartenders

Uploaded 12/25/2011

EVER SINCE I WAS A CHILD, I'VE ALWAYS HAD A FEAR OF SOMEONE
UNDER MY BED AT NIGHT. SO I WENT TO A SHRINK AND TOLD HIM 'I've got problems. Every time I go
to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared.
I think I'm going crazy.'

'Just put yourself in my hands for one year, '
said the shrink. 'Come talk to me three times a week
and we should be able to get rid of those fears..'

'How much do you charge?' 'Eighty dollars per visit, ' replied the doctor.
'I'll sleep on it, ' I said.

Six months later the doctor met me on the street. 'Why
didn't you come to see me about those fears you were
having?' he asked.

'Well, Eighty bucks a visit three times a week for a
year is an awful lot of money! A bartender cured me for $10.
I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and
bought me a new pickup!'

'Is that so!' With a bit of an attitude he said,
'and how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?'

'He told me to cut the legs off the bed! - Ain't nobody
under there now!!!' FORGET THE SHRINKS.. HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO A BARTENDER!